comes to mind the word of this cloudlit day -
gift me the backscatter of sunlight and dust
the debris of a heart split ferries away the light
or something (listlessly watch the sun move by)
how dark is dark how sweet is sugar how gone is away
elephantine ghost follows me (famous idée fixe i know)
i fear for the lingering arrival where nothing is traded
while every hour that passes is one with a larger glow
and blemish i fear the return when bleached is still
my middle name gegenschein my ever reward
tell me what will i do with it all?
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me